Inside LOOKIN’ Out
two young people come my way.
I want to smile, they pass,
and I do.
*
a couple approaches
his hand around her waist.
I stare at her jiggling breasts.
They look away and pass.
A bicyclist glides by.
My eyes follow.
*
he
young hispanic
bronze brawn
she
thin white
short blonde
they get near
I take notes
they pass
her perfume lingers
*
the women stand
across the street
waiting for GREEN.
they cross
holding hands.
They look at me.
One says,
“. . . self indulgent . . .”
They laugh.
I must look foolish
sitting outside the park
at W 24th St. and 5th Ave
writing in a book
by street lamp
at 3am in NYC.
*
I close the book,
stand, look around
and head home.
1984
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